There’s an old Harry Truman joke. (What other kind would there be!?) The press had followed Pres. Truman to his home in Independence, Missouri, where he was holding court in his rose garden. He was telling the mob of reporters the secret to growing his prize roses: plenty of manure! They couldn’t get enough of Truman’s down-home outspokenness; they were encouraging him, and this inspired him further, and so it went. Listening nervously, a young press aide to the president sidled up to the first lady, Bess Truman, and suggested, “Mrs. Truman, don’t you think it would sound better for the newspapers if we encouraged the president to use the word ‘compost’ instead of ‘manure’?” Bess looked at the young man and replied, “Do you know how long it took me to get him to say ‘manure’?” Of course, everyone here has heard that one.
Warning: Manure Subject Matter
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162 responses to “Warning: Manure Subject Matter”
OF: Fog city. emb
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Charlotte, Mickey sounds like she was a little sweetheart! Canaries do have a love of sweets and grains; mine also enjoyed all non-citrus fruits and most veggies. When they heard me chopping or peeling in the kitchen, they would peep imperiously until they got a nibbly bit. I usually kept two at a time, but right now, have no canaries. I recently lost two in quick succession, and it hit me kind of hard. I do miss them so much; when the sun breaks through the clouds and shines in the window, I still pause to listen for the burst of song that doesn’t come.
c ex-p, pleased is not the first word that comes to mind.
Good morning Villagers….
Denise…your post touched my heart…listening for the burst of song that doesn’t come. Maybe someday you’ll get a couple of canaries to get that burst of song. I hope you do, as it lifted your heart.
Yesterday morning as I stepped out on the front deck at work, the roosters were crowing….then a second of pause, and the hens started cooing….that is a burst of song to me and I smile every time I hear it….and I stood there for awhile….I let the cocks crow more than three times though.
Yesterday, I had to run down to the #1 hen house to get a couple of auger steel pullers (I had a stuck auger). Sprayed my pants and shoes with Lysol and dipped my shoes in the foot bath before I went into the hen house. The first thing I saw was a ‘pile of white feathers’…the ‘depopulated’ roosters…The Boss wouldn’t let Andrew take them home in the country for fear of this Avian virus. So, he had to ‘Co2’ them…some 25…and in a cage, still alive, were about another 20 some. So, Andrew and I decided the neighbor down the road from me (he has a small wooden chicken barn) would benefit from the remainder. Old Bill was delighted. You should have seen those roosters run loose in that building…plus it has a caged outside ‘playground’. Now all we have to do is supply him with feed. I just love happy endings…of course we all know they will wind up being a Sunday dinner someday.
Jerry….the FL panhandle does not look good right now………we are having heavy rain now.
Been educating myself on poultry sites this morning regarding vitamin D3 and calcium. There are ‘layers’ of information out there (pun intended).
And, GR 😉 still working on your work project….been vewwy, vewwy quiet this week 🙂
Steve, that was an awesome picture….and the daughter seems to have taken a different outlook on the ones who didn’t get to come home.
Miss Charlote….sat here early am, as the sun was rising and the windows were open, enjoying the sounds of the ‘early birds’….a good way to start the day.
later……….
Denise…reread your post about “pleased is not the word that comes to mind”….I’m thinking: “and the fight began 🙂
Just kidding cxp……
John in Richmond Texas – Don’t you just HATE missing out on a great opportunity?
Jerry – Stay comfy and safe!
Debbe – Why do I sudden think of that movie Chicken Run?
Yeah, I know the feeling Indy Mindy….a few days ago on TDS, someone mentioned the eyes of a chicken looking evil…went in the next day, starred at the eyes of more than one hen, and there’s nothing evil in them…just four corners of a cage 🙁
Jerry…thought you’d enjoy this (and Ruth Anne, it was you who brought up this strip, right?)
http://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2015/03/02
John….get a calendar and put down “to do lists:!!!!!
Denise…..for you…canary singing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBTI2P7FwlA
Debbe, I like the cartoon and especially its different artistic style. The cat named Elvis is a bonus. I think that he has been under the bed all morning. Not because of the thunder you understand.
Yes, Debbe, I brought it up recently. I just wish I could remember where I was introduced to it – I thought it was here in the Village. If so, thanks whoever you were!
Jerry – About burying our fuzzy loved ones: I decided a long time ago where I would bury Blacklight. Several years ago, I had another cat, Patchwork, that had to live with a friend because of Blacklight’s insistence on being an only kitty. When he died, they buried him behind their house – and ended up moving because of health issues less than a year later. I know where he is, but cannot visit him without looking strange. Blacklight, when the time comes (a LONG time from now, kitty!), will be buried in a place where I will always have access.
Access to lost loved ones (human or otherwise), is a topic I am quite interested in pursuing. I haven’t proved it definitively yet, but I believe a great-great uncle on my maternal grandmother’s side is buried on the original family homestead – still standimg, but no longer in the family. He was a little more than two when he died, and no one even knew he existed until I happened to closely examine the birth/death page of the family bible. I have not unearthed any record of his birth, life, or death beyond that single, free-floating page. [The bible is in deplorable condition. The ease in which that most important of pages could have been lost forever makes me queasy. Someone, I forget who, found it in a stack of papers destined for the trash.] Fortunately, my relatives were Catholic, and I hope the archdiocese in Fort Wayne will have some other record of him.
For when you return, GR 😉
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDLLXUaqZxg
Indy Mindy….I have such a pet cemetery…that I can see from my patio doors. And that’s all I will say about that……
emb- Thinking about yesterday’s birds, it occurred to me that the hawk might have been retrieving a squirrel that it had already caught once and dropped.
🙂 Yeah, Ruth, I’ve dropped a few ‘squirrels’ in my life….then I married one.
Thirty-three years ago….I was the one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-NlR54PqLw
Debbe: Sometimes a blind Nut finds a squirrel! 🙂
I have some granite set aside for headstones for the cats, but I’m thinking that the property will eventually change hands and there you go. On the other hand, the back part of our new property will stay naturally wooded so I can bury them there and I will know where they are. I think that they would like that. Even the next owners and anyone in the future will probably not bother them. When you think about your own burial look at the oldest cemetery in your area and what condition it’s in. What will be there 100-200 years from now or longer? It must be the talk of dinosaurs that led me here.
Debbe, I like watching butterflies in the spring.
Mindy from Indy, the further back you go, the scarcer the resources. But you never know. Was there a family cemetery on that homesite, or just the one burial? Alabama maintained a mortality record which listed deaths and causes, even in pre-civil war days. Maybe you could find something like that. If you want to give a name, I could run it online and see what comes up, like I did with Jackie’s mystery man who died in their house. Good luck with your searches.
OF due 1852-1912 CST. emb
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Steve…you’re always an inspiration…thanks…
Mark…butterflies are forever,,,,
…even in Heaven
c x-p: “Won’t she be pleased?” etc. I’ve been there since 1993. That’s why they call us elders, and should pay attn. to our wisdom. But, they call us geezers, thus feeling they need not pay us attn. Fine with me.
Near the restless end of a class, I’ve occasionally said,”Let me cast a few more pearls.” Most had no idea.
Peace, emb